BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION

PROLOGUE

Eva had always believed love was enough. Until she met a man who showed her what obsession felt like. Henry loved her in the way a man is taught to love-gentle hands, soft words, a warm bed shared with quiet affection. He made her feel safe, adored. He smiled when she entered a room, kissed her shoulders while she stirred coffee, and held her like she was something precious. And for a while, that was enough. Until Lucas came into the picture. Lucas wasn't gentle. He didn't whisper sweet words or touch her like she might break. He touched her like he would die if he didn't. Rough. Demanding. Unforgiving. He didn't worship her, he consumed her. There was power in his silence, in the sharp look in his eyes when he walked into a room. He didn't need flowers. He didn't need promises. Just one look from him, and Eva's knees would weaken. Her breath would catch. Her morals would crumble. It wasn't love. Not in the way she understood it, It was obsession. It was danger. Temptation. A magnetic pull that made her forget the man who waited at home, who trusted her completely, who had never once looked at another woman. With Henry, she was cherished. With Lucas, she was claimed. And she knew it was wrong. She knew the fire would eventually burn her alive. But still, she returned. Again. And again. Because once you've tasted something forbidden, it lingers. Now, the lies are piling up. The silence is louder than ever. And someone knows the truth. Secrets unravels, confusion blown into the air, Two men. One woman. And a secret that's one message away from blowing everything apart. This isn't just a story about love. It's a story about betrayal. About power. About the part of them they try to bury, until someone dangerous digs it out. Eva made a choice the night she let Lucas touch her. But choices come with consequences. And hers? Are just getting started.

EVA'S POV

Henry kissed the back of my neck softly, like he was afraid I'd shatter. His arms wrapped around me, warm and gentle, as if I needed protecting from the world. But what do you do when the man protecting you... is also the one who makes you feel so alone? "Are you okay?" he whispered, lips brushing my ear. I nodded. "Yeah. Just tired." A lie. We had made love-or, rather, Henry had. Slow, sweet, rhythmic. Like the kind of love they write about in greeting cards. He always took his time. He always made sure I was comfortable. And every time he reached for me, I told myself it would feel different. That this time, I would feel something deeper. Something more. But I never did. I stared at the ceiling as his breathing slowed, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back. His hand was still on my hip, like a quiet claim. Possessive, but never demanding. My body was still. But my mind was loud. It wasn't that Henry was bad in bed. He was attentive, careful. The kind of man who asked before doing anything, who made sure I felt safe. He made love like a man who worshipped the ground I walked on. And maybe that was the problem. Because I didn't want to be worshipped. Not in bed. I wanted to be wanted. Needed. Taken. I wanted to feel the desperation. The ache. The fire that didn't ask permission, the kind of desire that took and didn't apologize. With Henry, it always felt like... a task. Like a routine chore we had to check off. Foreplay. Soft touches. Kisses that stayed in safe places. Whispered "I love you" But never the raw hunger, Never the chaos. I missed chaos. I missed the kind of nights where my breath caught and my voice broke. Where fingers dug into skin and moans weren't muffled by pillows. Where I didn't have to think or pretend or perform. With Henry, I had to act satisfied, even when my body screamed otherwise.

"You were quiet tonight," he said, pulling me closer. "I was just tired," I said again. Another lie. He didn't press. He never did. That was the thing about Henry. He always took silence as peace instead of the storm it really was. And me? I was tired of pretending. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to focus on the rhythm of his breathing. His heartbeat against my back. The warmth of his skin. This is enough, I told myself. But the lie didn't hold. Because no matter how many times he held me, kissed me, loved me- He never reached the parts of me that were starving. They say a woman cheats because she's not loved enough. That's not true. Henry loved me. More than I probably deserved. He gave me flowers on random Wednesdays. Held my hand in public like I was his whole world. Called my mom just to check in. He was... good. Soft. Gentle. But sometimes, soft love feels like silence. And silence can be deafening. I never planned to fall into someone else's arms-especially not his boss's. But Lucas didn't ask for permission. He didn't whisper sweet things. He didn't need to. With just one look, one command, he made me feel something I hadn't felt in years. Wanted. Not adored. Not protected. Just wanted. In the rawest, most sinful way. The first time was a mistake. I told myself that. Over and over. But it's hard to walk away from a man who knows how to make you forget your name. Lucas was danger in a tailored suit. He didn't kiss to please. He kissed to own. His touch wasn't about romance-it was about claiming territory. And my body responded to him like it had been waiting its whole life to be taken like that. I should have said no. I should have walked away. But every time I looked into Henry's eyes and saw trust, my guilt grew... and so did my hunger for escape. Lucas gave me what Henry never could-control and surrender, all in one breath. That's the part no one talks about. We don't always cheat because we're unloved. Sometimes, we cheat because we're unseen. It started four months ago. A night I'll never forget. The company had organized one of those formal events, fancy catering, smooth jazz in the background, and people pretending to care about things they really didn't. I wore a sleek black dress that hugged my curves, mostly for Henry. He liked it when I dressed up, when I looked polished and elegant by his side. But that night... someone else saw me. He stood across the room like he owned the air around him. Lucas Watson, Henry's boss. Broad shoulders, a tailored suit that fit like a second skin, and that cold, unreadable look in his eyes. He didn't smile. Didn't mingle. Just stood there with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a presence that drew attention without even trying. Our eyes met and for a second, I swear the room went silent. He gave me a look. A simple, heavy, slow-moving stare that slid from my heels to my lips and made my skin feel too tight. It wasn't a compliment. It wasn't even curiosity. It was a warning. But something inside me stirred anyway. I told myself it was nothing. Just a glance. But when he walked over during the break and introduced himself, I barely remembered how to breathe. "Lucas Watson," he said. I nodded, told him my name. The conversation was short. Polite. But his voice... it was deep and steady, every word a command even when he said nothing demanding. Before I left, he handed me his card and I gave him my phone number."Call me sometime. You're interesting." That night, I didn't sleep. I didn't call either. But he did. Three days later, I got a message. Lunch? Just you and me. No pressure. I shouldn't have gone. God knows I shouldn't have. But I did. I told Henry I was meeting an old friend. Lied to his face while he kissed my cheek and told me to have fun. Lucas gave me his address, an upscale condo in the city. When I knocked, he opened the door... wearing only a boxer. No shirt. No apology. Just confidence. I should've walked away. Asked questions. But all I did was stare. He was carved like stone. Chest broad. Arms thick and veined. The kind of body that didn't just exist-it threatened. There was no softness in him. No patience in his eyes. "You're late," he said, with a grin that wasn't friendly. He walk me through the door leading me inside, every nook and cranny of this apartment screams luxury. And then he reached for me. The second his hand touched my waist, all logic disappeared. The moment his lips crashed into mine, I lost every thought that ever told me right from wrong. We didn't make it to the kitchen. Or the couch. The wall was enough. He didn't ask for permission. He didn't whisper sweet words or take his time. He took. And I gave. He had me up against the wall, my dress bunched at my hips, his mouth on my neck, his voice low and rough in my ear. I felt him-every inch-and for the first time in years, I felt alive. He knew exactly what to do. How to pull. How to hold. How to make my back arch and my lungs burn. He wasn't gentle. He was deliberate. Commanding. Unapologetic. And when it was over, when I lay there breathless and shaken, I didn't feel shame. I felt hunger. The kind of hunger that grows teeth. That was the beginning. I left his place trembling, legs weak, heart racing-and mind ruined. I tried to go back to normal. To lie beside Henry and pretend nothing had changed. But it had. Lucas had touched something in me I didn't know existed. He unlocked a part of me that Henry had never reached, and once the door was open, I couldn't close it again. He didn't chase me. He didn't have to. Every time I saw his name light up my phone, I ran to him. And every time, it got worse. Rougher. Wilder. More addictive. I didn't just crave the sex. I craved him-his control, his dominance, the way he made me feel like I was his to own. It wasn't love. It wasn't even affection. It was obsession. And it grew like fire behind closed doors. The more I tried to fight it, the deeper I sank. Lucas didn't just seduce my body. He captured my mind. And no matter how much Henry tried to hold me, he could never touch the part of me that was already gone.

EVA'S POV

It's 5:45pm, I had just finished bathing and was ready to crawl into bed. All I wanted was a few hours of peaceful sleep to silence the storm in my head. My body ached for rest as I pulled the blanket over me and closed my eyes. But just as my head touched the pillow, my phone buzzed. Annoyed, I reached for it, swiping up lazily to check the message. It was from Lucas. Lucas: "I want raw sex-no condom, no protection. I want to release my seed in you. You can sort yourself out with contraceptive pills. You know the usual venue." My heart skipped. A strange mix of excitement and guilt curled in my stomach. I had promised myself a night of rest, a night without him. But now, sleep seemed like a distant thought. Because the truth was simple-I couldn't say no to Lucas. Not when he wanted me this way. As I got into the room, Lucas didn't want to be patient, he unzipped my blouse while kissing me in places that made my brain turn to mush. He went from my neck to my face, lips down to my boobs, he kept going down and I didn't want him to stop. Our lips met again in a heated kiss, desperate, searching. It wasn't soft or hesitant; it was filled with the urgency of two hungry people seeking comfort in each other. Lucas' hands roamed my back, pulling me even closer, while I melted in his embrace. One kiss turned into another. Then another. Before I could even hesitate , reason was lost,clothes were thrown out, I wrapped my legs around his torso gripping it while stroking his cock passionately. Lucas trailed kisses on my face, neck and myerected nipples. Lucas continues trailing hot kisses down my neck,breasts, belly and down to my sensitive spot leaving obvious hickeys. "Oh Lucas" I moaned loudly as I dug my nails into his shoulder leaving vivid marks but he didn't seem to care. He slid three fingers into my pussy, the pleasure shot through me like bolts of electricity but he didn't stop , his hands sliding in and out of me as I moaned my lungs out. Just as I was about to get to my climax, he pulled out and flipped me over slammed his hard, erect dick into me. Iscreamed as the pain shot through me but it seemed that Lucas wasn't hearing me as he even increased his pace but I quickly adjusted to his size, the pain getting replaced by pleasure as our bodies slammed against each other, I shook wildly as I reached my orgasm. Lucas held me tightly as he reached his climax and released his seed in me. We both collapsed on the bed exhausted by the steamy sex we just had. I didn't cry. Not when I pulled my dress over my head. Not when I slipped my heels back on and heard the soft exhale of Lucas asleep in his bed. Not even when I read Henry's text again... Miss you. Can't wait to wake up next to you tomorrow. Instead, I felt... nothing. Or maybe too much of everything at once. Shame, hunger, confusion, guilt, they all tangled inside me until I couldn't tell them apart anymore. Like a storm that started quiet and was now swallowing me whole. Lucas stirred behind me. "You're still here." His voice was low and thick with sleep. But there was a smile in it too. Like he already knew I couldn't stay away. I glanced over my shoulder. "Not for long." He propped himself on one elbow, the sheet sliding off his body like a secret being revealed. Gosh, he looked like temptation had a face. Muscles carved under golden skin. Hair tousled. Eyes that made you forget who you were. He was everything I wasn't supposed to want. But I did. "I'll see you again, won't I?" he asked casually. He already knew the answer. "Lucas..." My voice caught. "This can't keep happening." He shrugged. "Then stop." I hated how easy he made it sound. Like I could just walk away. Like this thing between us wasn't tearing me in two. "I have a life," I whispered. "I have someone who-who believes in me." Lucas swung his legs out of the bed and stood, walking toward me. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the whiskey still on his breath. He leaned down, just close enough for his lips to brush my ear. "So why do you keep coming back to me?" My heart pounded. My knees trembled. And just like always, I didn't have an answer. Because I didn't know. Or maybe I did and I didn't want to face it. I turned away, grabbed my purse, and walked to the door. I didn't say goodbye. Because if I did, I might never leave.

The elevator ride down felt like slow death. By the time I stepped into the parking garage, I was shaking. Not from cold. From truth. This wasn't just sex anymore. It hadn't been for a while. Lucas wasn't just Henry's boss. He wasn't just a mistake. He was mine. The one I knew would ruin everything and still couldn't let go of. I climbed into my car, and just as I turned the ignition, my phone buzzed again. HENRY: Change of plans. Breakfast in bed tomorrow. Got something to tell you. It's important. I stared at the screen for a long time. Important? What could be so important that he was texting me twice tonight? I didn't reply. I couldn't. Not when the scent of another man was still on my skin. I drove home in silence. *** When I walked into the apartment, the lights were off but the hallway lamp was glowing softly. Henry always left it on for me. He was asleep on the couch, a blanket around his shoulders, his laptop still open. A playlist hummed quietly in the background. Something gentle. Something safe. He looked peaceful. Like someone who'd never imagine his girlfriend had just come from another man's bed. I walked past him slowly, guilt clawing at my insides. But just as I reached the hallway- "Eva?" His voice startled me. I turned, heart skipping. "Hey... sorry. Didn't mean to wake you." He sat up, rubbing his eyes. "You're late." I faked a smile. "Naomi was going through something. Breakup. We talked for hours." His eyes searched mine. For a second, I thought he saw it. The lie. The truth. The war inside me. But then he just nodded. "You should've called. I was worried." I walked over and kissed his cheek. "I'm here now." "I missed you," he said, pulling me gently into his lap. And for a second-I let him hold me. Because part of me did miss this. The way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered. The way he loved me without question. But it wasn't enough. Not anymore. "I was going to wait until morning," he said suddenly, reaching for something behind the couch cushion. "But I guess now is as good a time as any." He pulled out a small black box. My breath caught. "What is that?" I whispered, even though I already knew. He opened it slowly. A diamond. Classic cut. Elegant. Too perfect. My stomach dropped. "I want to marry you, Eva." My hands started to shake. "Henry, I..." "You don't have to answer now," he said quickly. "I just... I wanted you to know how serious I am. About us. About our future." I wanted to scream. To confess. To stop this before it went too far. But instead, I smiled Because the truth was too ugly to speak aloud. "I...I need some air," I mumbled, rushing to the balcony before he could say another word. I leaned over the railing, gripping the cold metal with both hands. He wanted forever. And I couldn't even give him honesty.

EVA'S POV

Henry had already left the bedroom, showered and dressed by the time I stirred. He was moving around quietly, careful not to wake me-like always. I'd pretended to be asleep longer than I was, just so I wouldn't have to meet his eyes. The guilt had hardened into something else now. A numbness. A weight I carried but refused to feel too deeply. He'd smiled at me earlier, kissed my temple gently, whispered something about a meeting and left his suit jacket on the chair like he always did. But the moment he stepped out, I rolled out of bed and headed straight for the kitchen. Because I knew what he'd expect. Henry liked my cooking. He always said my meals made his day brighter, made the stress at work fade a little. And now, bringing him food had become part of the routine. Something I clung to-like it made me a better girlfriend, like it made up for everything I was hiding. I packed the meal carefully into a container, wiped down the counter, and tried not to think about last night. About Lucas. His hands. His mouth. The fire he sparked in places I didn't even know could burn. Stop it, Eva. Focus. I cautioned myself. By the time I walked into the building, my heart was thudding harder than it should've been. I knew Lucas would be there. He always was. Behind those sleek glass walls and power-scented corridors. And no matter how much I told myself I'd keep things simple today, my body betrayed me the moment I stepped out of the elevator. There he was. Lucas. Standing at the end of the hallway, talking to someone in a dark suit. He didn't see me at first-but I saw him. That jaw. That sharp stare. That careless charm that made everything else around him fade. God help me. I adjusted my grip on the bag and lowered my gaze, walking straight to Henry's office. But before I could even reach the door, a familiar voice pulled me back. "Eva," Lucas said, smooth as ever. "You're early." I turned slowly. He was alone now, arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked on mine like I was the only person in the building. "Brought lunch," I replied softly, holding up the bag like a shield. He smiled. The kind of smile that made my legs feel less reliable. "For Henry, I assume?" I nodded. "I'd like a word. In my office." I hesitated. My pulse picked up again. It wasn't a question. It never was with him. The smart thing would've been to say no. Walk away. Drop the food off and run. But my feet moved before my mouth could catch up. I followed him. His office was quiet, cold, and far too private.

The moment the door shut behind me, I felt the tension wrap around my throat like a silk ribbon, soft and deadly. Lucas didn't sit. He stood by his desk, watching me with that unreadable expression that always made me feel seen-stripped down. I stayed by the door, clutching the lunch bag like it could save me. "I thought we agreed to keep things clean during office hours," I said, forcing a weak smile. He tilted his head. "And yet, you're here." "You asked me to come in." "And you didn't say no." Silence stretched between us like a wire pulled tight. I hated how he made me feel-small and powerful at the same time. Like I was teetering on a knife's edge. "Lucas... we can't do this here." He stepped closer. "I haven't touched you," he said calmly. "But tell me, Eva... when you woke up this morning, who did you think about first?" I looked away. That was enough of an answer. He didn't reach for me. Didn't close the space. But the look in his eyes did more damage than hands ever could. "I want to stop," I whispered. "I really do." "But you won't," he said. "Because you're tired of being someone else's dream when you know you were made to be someone's obsession." Gosh. Why did he say things like that? "You don't know me." "I know what you sound like when you moan my name," he said. "I know how your nails feel on my back. I know you feel more alive with me than you ever have with him." My hands tightened around the bag. My knees felt weak. I should've left. I should've thrown his words back at him. But then the door opened. No knock. No warning. Henry. My heart stopped. He walked in holding a tablet, eyes on the screen. "Lucas, I need..." Then he looked up. His eyes flicked between us. Me by the window, Lucas behind his desk. Neither of us too close, but not far enough either. There was a pause. Long enough to feel it in my bones. Henry raised an eyebrow. "Eva?" I cleared my throat, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "I was just dropping off lunch. I didn't expect you back so soon." He looked at me. Then at Lucas. Lucas, ever the calm one, leaned back against his desk like he was bored of the whole thing. "She makes a great sandwich. I was just complimenting the presentation." Henry didn't speak. Not for a long second. Then he stepped fully into the room, placed the tablet on the desk, and looked at me again. His eyes searched my face like he was trying to find something he'd lost. "Well, thank you," he said slowly. "You didn't have to bring it all the way up." "I wanted to," I replied softly. "I figured you'd need it." Another pause. Lucas turned back to his computer as if nothing happened. As if my heart wasn't hammering in my chest and the guilt wasn't rising like a storm behind my ribs. "I'll... leave you to it," I said, walking toward the door. Henry didn't stop me. He just watched. And as I left, I didn't dare look back. Because the moment I did, I'd have to face the truth: Henry saw something. Maybe not everything-but enough. And I had no idea what he was going to do with it.